Sunday, May 9, 2010

Sally Bowles meets Saul Alisnky

Nothing says Mother's Day like getting the ecoutrement for burlesque class.  I can hardly wait to see exactly how non-radical a middle class mom I really am when I begin next week (I hope to not be a weenie and make the most of it).  As I went to take a shot of the bowler (love bowlers - so Magritte), boa, stockings, and gloves on the post, I noticed the open Rules for Radicals (forgot to mention I was reading that, too) on the desk behind it and thought it provided  a funny juxtaposition.

What can I say? I like to have a diverse skill set.

And when I'm done performing my radical cabaret act, my husband has oatmeal cookies and milk waiting for me.

Life is good. 


Errant Aesthete said...

Exactly what every woman needs; a husband bearing cookies. How blessed you are!

Lynne said...

Oh, I know it!

Better than cookies, he manages to cook delicious meals almost every night. He likes to cook. What kind of wife would I be if I denied him that simple pleasure?